A too low whisper

That night I went to sleep tired and woke up at dawn wanting to cry.
The crying was not sad, but necessary!
I had the will to be with my love, not that it was vital, but it was necessary!
And all was empty.
Only my soul was filled with a power that is lent to me. And a let my soul goes away as I always do.
I felt every atom, I shared and mixed myself. As a sacred moment I communed.
Then, I whispered to my love for listening to me.
I just entered, I stayed quiet, I left more than love, I left a piece of me.
One never returns as one went away to this travel.
There are memories which stay in my neurons moving me. And the memory that I have is mine.
I try to be only soul, but…
My soul asks for temperature and pressure.
For this I whispered in order that my love knew it was me who was there.
Is like a fire which does not want to blow out. Then, I whispered too low to maintain it burning for a long, long time, as the air which maintains the candle lighting.